Last night I had a very interesting dream. Oddly enough before we went to bed Oliver and I took the dog out for a pee. We always enjoy looking up at the sky and naming any planets we can see. Tonight I noticed a new planet shining in the sky. For a moment I thought it might be the International Space Station because the shape looked like a top. Unlike any planet this object was moving slowly. Its movement seemed odd in that it was moving sideways as if being blown by wind instead of a straight line. It seems to change direction slightly. Its path was that of an L shape as if the wind suddenly stopped blowing. I stood there and told my son Oliver that it might be a space ship. Its position was directly overhead. I thought they must know we are tracking it. It soon drifted out of sight.
So in this night’s dream I am on vacation. I am staying in a room at a hotel. There is a great deal of activity at the hotel. Possibly a conference of sorts. My laptop has a CD in it that someone left behind for me. It contains personal pictures. Was it an accident they left this behind or did they intend for me to see their private pictures? I am captivated by the content of the images but I don’t have time to look at them all because I need to get ready to check out of the hotel. My room door is open and apparently people have wondered into my room. Looking at who is in my room I can see some are not human. These are aliens. I immediately become lucid and aware that I am dreaming. I try to determine if I am actually dreaming or if I have been transported onto some spaceship during my sleep. Is this my chance to actually come face to face with aliens?
Both the aliens and people seem all up in my business. I’m being pawed at from all sides by everyone. I want to collect my things so nothing of mine is lost or left behind. I also need to go to the bathroom to pee. I pass by my laptop on the way to the restroom and hear a voice say, “You are so cute.” The voice is coming from the cam on the laptop. Has someone hacked my laptop and are viewing me through my camera?
Needing to pee I wake up and head to the bathroom. Once done I lay back down and immediately reenter the dream. I am amazed at the clarity with which I can see everyone. Unlike normal dreams this one seemed to be extremely real and I am fully lucid because I just came from the bathroom. Those here continue pulling on me trying to get my attention I pull away trying to resist their advances. They will not leave me alone. I need time to study my surroundings. I then decide to make some unscripted changes to throw them off. I move in one direction and then move to another direction then back. The dream seems to not have expected my movements because now I am seeing double and triple of the same thing as if multiple dreams are now playing out at the same time.
My attention latches on to one of the persons present. To know this person is to know myself better. I want to know who he is and why they are so close to me invading my private space. I reach over to him and grab him. I am making considerable conscious effort to grab him that I begin to wake up. I decide to give it one last forceful effort to reach for him and pull him toward me. In that moment I woke up and my arms were holding my son Oliver in bed. It was Oliver I was reaching for.
Last night’s dream came somewhere in the middle of the night when suddenly I sensed someone’s presence beside my bed. This person was here to announce “The Phone Call” meaning it was time for labor. I had not heard the phone ring but I assumed if someone had to come get me out of bed I had better get up.
I immediately stood up out of bed and looked around to gather my composure and ascertain what is happening to me. At first, my world was befuddled and unclear. I am frustrated I am unable to wake up fully yet I stand in the feet of the man who has announced the call. I imagine if I am dreaming, I must be having an out of body experience. I struggle to break free to move from this stand. If I am dreaming I must be able to fly. I struggle to take flight but a tether seems to keep me connected to the dreaming man. Is he not hearing the phone ring? Does he not recognize the urgency which surrounds him?
Unable to awaken the man, I am determined to find out if the call is real. I seem to be able to move in the direction from which the call is originating. The direction is Richmond. I set on my way there. The journey is long.
I can’t remember specific details after this point. What I do recall was what it felt like to travel there. The journey was so profoundly incredible. I recall thinking in the dream there is so much here to remember how will I ever journal this. I knew in the dream there was no way I could put the experience to words. In the end, I came away with a great sense of accomplishment and success at getting there on time and being a part of the experience of birthing my child into the world. An experience I am sure never to forget.
~~~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
Just out of curiosity I looked up the meaning of Richmond.
The name Richmond is a German Baby Name. In German Baby Names the meaning of the name Richmond is: Strong protector.
Last night’s dream was super cool. It reminded me of an episode of Harry Potter. In the dream, I discover a pattern to make money. I have observed people often drop dollar bills at the metro. The dollars fall into the cracks in between the floor tiles. Most are in a rush to get to where they are going so they are completely oblivious to the treasures that lie at their feet. On this day and every day, I rummage through the tiles on the platform looking for lost treasures. It is my lucky day. I find many $20 dollar bills. People are finding out about my good fortune and want in on my secret but they just haven’t got the knack of looking in between the tiles. You also want to wait long enough for the person who dropped the dollar bill to be gone so you are not considered stealing. The items have to be lost for the finder to pick them up and consider them his own treasures.
I repeat my daily routine of scouring the platform for lost dollars. On a subsequent day, I discover a small box someone has left behind. I look into the box and see a wad of cash. I’ve hit the jackpot. I quickly check to make sure this qualifies as lost. There is so much cash here and other treasures I am having trouble finding a place to put them on my person. My pockets are stuffed full. A few of my follows grab a couple items to help me haul them off.
My name is David Butler and I work in a castle as a teacher of archaeology. I also have a store front in the castle where I sell some of my found treasure which I’ve determined can be sold. On this day a student arrives unexpectedly early and takes the liberty of opening the storefront windows revealing my artifacts from the previous day. I tell her I am still in the process of cataloging the items. I am particularly interested in the wad of dough. The dollar bills are not of this epoch. The symbols and faces on the money are from a time long ago. The symbols are animated just like the pictures in a Harry Potter movie. From watching David Butler work it become apparent he is not interested in the value of the items but is mainly interested in the message the items communicate much like reading a tarot deck. One of the bills has a 3D image of 3 swords. David pulls one of the swards out of the dollar bill to measure it. He hesitates for a moment realizing this is a big one.
He is now secretly planning a spectacular event to show off his findings. The dresses up as a night with armor and a veiled face. His fail is made of animal fur. He looks at me and shows me his sward and banner, implying he is expecting feedback on how he looks. I on the other hand am captivated by the man in furr. I respond, I’m interested more in the man.
He takes off to position himself in the castle for the opening festivities. He is so high on the euphoria of his find he is unable to land. His excitement has caused him to take flight. To solve this he reaches for his long sword and point it to the ground. The tip of the sword touches the top step of the baluster anchoring him firmly to the castle.
This is David Butler.
~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS!
This was such a dramatic dream. It also felt so real when I was there especially when we were in the castle and his work area. What was very interesting to me in the dream was when the dream morphed and I went from being the main character to that of the observer. It seemed to happen when I reached a point where I was more interested in learning about what it is I am doing in the dream that my consciousness moved to a position of observer. This split also coincided with the revelation that David Butler was more interested in what he was learning from the objects (the symbols on the bills) than the value of the bills themselves. This is also when the character took on the identity of David Butler. I don’t know where the name came from but it was very loud and clear. The climax of course was when David Bulter laid down his sword on the baluster to touch the earth.
Phenomenal simply phenomenal!!
I’m going to put this in the romance category because of the word armor. I think this is a play on words with amore which means love in Italian. When I told him I was more interested in the man under the fur it felt very sexual and intimate and the sword lent itself to the part of a man. At the moment when I responded I felt the dream was hinting at a love to come my way.
Definition of butler. 1 : a manservant having charge of the wines and liquors. 2 : the chief male servant of a household who has charge of other employees, receives guests, directs the serving of meals, and performs various personal services.
Last night’s dream was very unusual. I remember entering into a small stone room and looking for a corner against which to lean on for support. I had a feeling something was about to change and I needed to have my bearings. I take a seat in the corner with on hand each on opposing walls. As soon as I placed my palms on the walls the room began to shift and turn as if I was on some kind of ride. Back and forth up and down and rotated in every direction. The turns felt like they were measured with precision according to some master plan on how I was to realign myself.
In the end, I get up to stand and realize I am missing a ticket to pay for the alignment. Everyone has to have one. I am offered a box of postage stamps which are used as tickets. They belong to someone else. Without even asking knowing I need to fork over a ticket I reach for one of the stamps and offer it up as compensation for the change.
~~~~ DREAM ENDS.
When I was in the process of waking up I recall feeling the turns and thinking to myself, “Here comes another one.” I also wondered how many more turns would I need before I could wake up from the dream. I knew it was an unusual dream so I didn’t want to rush it.
When I finally did wake up I felt like some major shift had just happened in my life. As if the whole universe shifted to accommodate this change that just occurred.
In last night’s dream I am somewhere outside in the garden and see a hose like the one on my vacuum cleaner. For some strange reason, I pick it up and sniff the inside of the tube to see what’s in it. Come to find out there is a strange chemical smell seeping out of the tube. When inhaled this substances transforms the person giving the person the power to fly. We are being invaded by aliens from other planets. The invaders are unusual spider or octopus like creatures with many tentacles. Their space ships are cigar shaped. Come to find out the chemical in the tube was left there to allow us to persevere the aliens attack. The gas also creates an acrylic bubble the aliens are not able to penetrate.
I can see the alien ships coming toward the bubble. I can see them crossing dimensions. I can tell when they are crossing dimensions because it creates a distortion in my vision which looks like a ripple effect. I discover I now have the power of flight and fly high to survey the area. The effects of the aliens is coming in waves. I can see the coast lines where all the ships are coming in to dock. The waves on the ocean are flowing only in one direction toward the coast. It seems to be against the natural laws of physics. I am able to assist things in between the waves discovering who is needing help and what the current conditions are. People are dispersed in all directions but we seem to not be affected by the effects of the waves.
I wonder when and if my power to fly will wear off but so far I am able to fly at will. I soar with great ease as if I have flown my entire life. It is curious to me I am not afraid of heights. I finally return to the bubble where I decide to take a shower after a long day’s work.
I had fair number of dreams last night where I was very much engaged with the elements of the dream but I can’t quite place my finger on what I was doing. The only thing I can remember is when I woke up to go to the bathroom while I was yet resisting the urge to pee, I had a vision where I can see what is a very magical scene. My awareness is at ground level looking up at a very tall figure elongated from the base to the waist line. The figure is surrounded by what looks like a blue shimmering faerie jelly. It is iridescent with glitter stars all over it. I struggle to look up at the entity. I can see up to it’s waist. Wanting to ascend higher, I relax and allow myself to float up along it’s base. I arrive at the upper body. Upon seeing the head I immediately have a flash of insight, I am seeing myself but what am I doing dressed as a Faerie Godmother? Her wings are infant sized just now growing and developing within the faerie jelly which surrounds her. Her upper body is disproportionate to her lower body which makes me believe she is floating. I am so surprised and awake in a gasp not to mention the sense of urgency around needing to pee is pressing against my bladder.
I immediately get up and head on down to the bathroom. In my head I’m thinking this is a fluke of a dream. Where did that come from? Having done my business I return to bed to cuddle with the dog kissing his head I fall back into the dream. Again I find myself at the base of what is a magical scene. Faerie dust and jelly surrounds me. It feels refreshing and renewing as it cascades over me. I know given the opportunity I must ascend again to see the head. I want to know if what I saw before it in fact correct. Relaxing into this state of consciousness I begin to float up toward the waist. From this new vantage point, I turn to look up at its torso. Again I am astonished to see myself once again playing with this magical jelly floating high above the waist. I must be having a good time all dressing up. How did I get here? What brought me here? I almost feel like when someone walks in on you and surprises you while you are fantasizing and dancing around and you don’t want anyone to see your child like innocence, your playful spirit, an adult being a child. There I stand unnoticed by me yet I know I’m seeing myself. It feels as if someone caught my galavanting on tape and is playing it back to me. The wings are baby wings tiny compared to my size yet I wear them with pride believing I can fly.
Last night’s dream was very bizarre and detailed. In the dream I have been frequenting the office building where I work. Day by day the scene changes just a little bit. The change is so slight it is unnoticeable except when I reflect back on the past and recall details no longer present. Everyday I go buy my danish and morning coffee from a small Korean market. On this morning, I again go buy my danish except the sum change over the many years hits me. As I reflect on the past, I perceive the overall change as significant. What is causing the change? I decide to do something different today.
Looking around I decide to follow the others about their morning business. I hop on a bus. The bus takes me up on a mountain to a remote location which is barely accessible. To hide from view I am camouflaged in the back of the bus with leather skins. I can hear the sound of the the animals who wore the skins. The passengers here are being taken hostage by a group of gorilla vandals and made to be slaves. I realize I have to do something to save these people. The gorillas are not yet aware of my presence since I am normally a creature of habit and would not have deviated from my morning routine they simply are not expecting me to be on this bus. I study my environment carefully and decide a course of action. I am unknown here it is almost as if I blend in to the scenery and am simply overlooked by their own force of habit. The gorillas simply do not notice me. I use this to my advantage.
I become lucid enough to know I am in an altered state and most likely dreaming. I decide to try some of my skills to manipulate the dream. I begin threading parts of the dream to alter the tracks slightly. This allows those who are enslaved here to notice a slight change but not large enough for it to be obvious to the gorillas. Those seeking hope can see the light and realize a new day is on the horizon. Little by little, I thread a parallel timeline. I divine a storyline where the Master Gorilla likes to be fed only one particular food his morning crescent. The gorillas seeing the new storyline give instructions to the slaves to make the crescents for the Master Gorilla. Over time the MG begins to gain weight and becomes obese all the while I continue threading the new storyline. The new story line allows the the slaves to enjoy a thanksgiving meal while the gorillas are given a ration beans. They have no awareness I have changed the storyline.
In time I create an opening big enough in the dream to fill with new possibilities. I breath in the vapors of the dream and it feels good. There is a sense of freedom. I am given a chair and a wooden staff. The chair sits on the track I created. The chair moves along the track and through the opening in the dream. I ride it home but on the way I ride past the Master Gorilla who I easily identify because he is very obese now. He is being held to the dream by only a few remaining threads. I take my staff and poke him with it once then twice. The second poke dislodges him from the dream completely. We are all free now.
My chair continues down the track as I return to my bed and I awake from the dream.
~~~~ DREAM ENDS
After my alarm rang I closed my eyes and immediately had a vision of a woman. I studied her features carefully. Her jaw line was thin and pointy. She had similar eyes to my family. She resembled my dad’s side of the family. I wondered if she was representing the female embryo’s. She spoke to me. I could see her lips moving and the expressions she made will speaking. She explained the gorilla dream on some deep level words are not able to describe. When she was done she gave a final blink of her eyes and vanished.
I had a night full of dreams. During the night I remember thinking this is too much I can’t journal all this so I decided I would not journal anything. Instead, I would simply enjoy the dream.
In one of the dreams, I am looking for someone to watch my dog for the weekend. I respond to an ad in the classified. The gentleman who answers the ad seems like a nice guy. I immediately decide on letting him watch my house. I leave without a care in the world knowing my dog and house will be taken care of.
Upon my return he tells me he decided to rent a new apartment under my name and move all my things. I have only been gone 3 days. He has also taken on a roommate or partner. I am angry and confront him about this. First of all, I want to know where my dog is. I look for him in every room but he is nowhere to be found. He tells me the dog is in the cage outside. OUTSIDE?!? I am fuming mad. I never leave my dog outside. I head outside to look for him. I can see the cage but I do not see Butters anywhere. I call to him. I rush back in to continue venting my disapproval of his actions. He tells me it is too late he has already moved my things. I tell him sorry this is not how you do things. I don’t live here. I threaten to report him to the management for using my name.
Wanting to find my dog. I rush back outside and continue calling out to my dog. “Butters, Butters where are you?” The apartment units are all interconnected with one exiting and immediately entering another or entering a shared space between the units. I become confused not knowing which unit is the one came from? I examine the doors and can distinguish the inside from the outside. I walk out to a common area where they have communal lounge chairs. People are relaxing on the lounge chairs. Some are in communal areas and some are in private units. I call out to Butters again and finally he comes to me. I gather his leash and his cage and proceed to put everything in my car to leave.
I wonder where the management office might be. I would also like to retain details on the unit he rented so I can properly identify and report the situation. I decide to look in a desk drawer. Inside the drawer I see personalized sheets of stamps he has ordered from the post office. The stamps are the type you peel and stick. Each stamp is white with a simple logo with gold lettering. The lettering reads. Care.Com. I wonder how can he be a caring person and have stolen my identity.
Once in the car I see a guard in the parking lot. He also sees me. I want him to know I am not some dazed dreamer. I want him to know I move with intent within my dream. I decide to get out of the car and look in the trunk. The car I am driving is a convertible. I loosen the top and retract it for the ride. Once again I pause to look at him and sit back down in the drivers seat. It occurs to me I don’t know where I am going. Struggling to access my waking memory…..I dig deep within me for my address. I affirm to myself, “I know my address!” I struggle to call it up from waking life. I can see my street in my mind. I plot a destination. MY ADDRESS IS <STREET NAME>.
Tonight I was pretty tired and considering the night was very cold I decided to stay home. While watching TV I fell into a dream. During the dream, I can still hear the TV because the program I’m watching is very interesting. It is a MUFON series called Hanger 1: The UFO Files. The dream feels like a continuation of last night’s dream. I feel like I am being tested and challenged. Things are happening and I am confused about my reality. The dream seems so real. I want them to know I am not asleep. I have control of my environment. I struggle to control what I am experiencing in the dream by engaging with it in ways my conscious mind is choosing. In one scene in the dream, I am in my apartment laying in bed like I am in real life. I can see my bed and my night stand. I get up to look out the window to see if I recognize where my dream apartment is located. Looking out the window, I immediately recognize I am at Belmont High School in Los Angeles but this Belmont is on another planet. I recognize it even thought it is not exactly the Belmont I once attended in the City of Angels. There is a very strong knowing I am at Belmont. The window I am looking out of looks like it is made of a natural stone or masonry. For a moment, I feel this is so real. I am still paying attention to the television in the background which is also playing in the dream. I am really here. I open the front door to go outside to physically read the name on the building. The minute I step outside the apartment the name on the building is instantly obscured from my vision making it impossible for me to read the name. I think to myself, it figures I am in a dream.
I go back inside and lay on the bed to continue watching the TV program. I am aware of women who live with me. I can not see their faces but I know they are in the house. I see a duffel bag float by my real life bed. I can somehow still perceive my waking life within the dream. Again I want the dream to know I am awake so I reach out and grab the duffle back by the straps. I am struggling to get up out of bed to see what is in the duffle bag. I can still hear TV in my waking life but can not seem to raise myself up out of the dream.
Alas! I awake.
~~~~ DREAM ENDS
I quickly journaled this before going to bed and stopped the television series to pick it up tomorrow.
The next day I sat down to continue watching the MUFON series Hangar 1. I had just finished episode 5 and started episode 6. Half way through the episode they introduced a case the occurred in Belmont, New Hampshire. What are the odds of my dreaming about Belmont and the next episode having been about Belmont? Had I continued last night it would have been a far greater coincidence. I can flag this one as a precognitive dream.
Last night’s dream was very sexually charged as I felt an incredible amount of energy emanating from my root chakra. In the dream someone offers me a credit card. He says with this card I can charge $15 dollars a month for the rest of my life. Many people around me take a card from him. He suggests as our first purchase we use the card to buy a ticket for a seat on his airplane. I proceed to buy a ticket but something doesn’t sit well with me. My conscience doesn’t allow me to buy a ticket using this credit card that I have no idea where it came from or who is paying for it. I decide instead to purchase the ticket with my own credit card. I am given a seat along with everyone else who bought tickets. The authorities come to arrest those who used the fraudulent cards. Since I purchased the ticket with my own credit card I am allowed to keep my seat. The flight is incredible. The seat feels like a bicycle seat that is tight in my groin area. I can feel the energy of the ride. It feels like pure passion. I am sexually aroused by the vibration emanating from the seat.
The seat takes me flying to incredible heights. It feels like an amusement park ride. I can hear the gears and chains clanging as I move through the area. After one ride I am allowed to decide my own course to plot. Like a bird I spring from a seated position and take off charting my own course through and around the buildings. The feeling is one of total elation. I LOVE THIS! Now fully lucid, I sit ready to ride again. I want to examine my surroundings and determine how this experience works. I see a stone on a wall which reminds me of scene from Indiana Jones. Somehow I know this stone controls something. I reach over and turn the stone. Immediately the chains and pulleys in the matrix start moving re-calibrating the dream. It reminded me of the dream Interstellar when the guy is in the bookcase. The experience is incredible.
I start to feel the need to pee but I don’t want to risk not being able to come back to this place. Once again from my seated position I take off in flight through the matrix and around the buildings. I move fearlessly through the many hairpin turns from incredible heights with amazing speed. Simply incredible.
I can not hold my bladder any longer. I look around thinking I will be right back. I get up and run to the bathroom. I made the mistake of turning on the lights and peeking out the window. 12 inches of snow fell last night. I sat down to pee closing my eyes. When done I raced out of the bathroom, turned off the lights and jumped back in bed. 10 minutes later my alarm rang. Oh well … time to shovel snow.